Saturday we decided that instead of hanging out inside all day we would venture into the great outdoors. Because there was snow in the forecast and also because it had been almost five years for either of us, we decided that skiing would be a great fit. Camille was interested to see what a Adam would look like on skis because generally he lacks balance when it comes to things like this. In her mind Camille could see Adam flailing his arms all over the place as he fell into a powdery demise. However, Adam proved her wrong and was a speed demon. In fact, towards the end of the day we had some people ask if Adam was actually Bode Miller.
The snow started just outside of Pinedale, Wy. and never seemed to stop. It was not cold, just snowy. While we were eating lunch, which is when this picture was taken, you could barely see the hill. Adam boasted that this is how his kind like it. Camille quickly responded by saying, "Your kind? You mean sasquatch?"
We were lucky enough to be joined by our good friends the Caseys. Jill Pickle, Camille's sister also made the trip, but failed to make this picture. Adam said he was attempting the Heisman pose, but Camille thinks he was falling down and attempting to knock everyone over. Let's just go with the Heisman pose.
After skiing all day, all Adam wanted to do was find a nice little ski bunny to cuddle up with. Luckily for him, he found Pippy Longstocking, who quickly obliged.
Camille and Jill, aka "the flying snow pickle," enjoyed a nice cup of hot cocoa during the lunch break. The flying snow pickle became frustrated with Adam on numerous occasions. These frustrations were not because of Adam's superior skill, but because he was speed would vary (translation...he was butt slow!!).
Adam and Steve came in for the lunch break. They were almost ten minutes behind the rest of the group. When they came in they said that Adam, being the speed demon he is, lost one ski while flying down a hill, did a full flip in the air, and landed in a few feet of powder. Adam had to dig himself out and crawl up the mountain to his other ski. You can tell by the picture how wet he is, and how red his face was. So much for being mistaken for Bode Miller...maybe he should have been mistaken for Sienna Miller instead.
The entire day we tried to think of a good nickname for Adam. Of course nothing could top the flying snow pickle, so we just left it at Adam. Maybe next time he will come up with a good one, unless others out there know of some good ski nicknames. (note: Adam would prefer snow stud, snow king, speed racer, or frosted lightning...but you know, whatever you want to suggest.)
The weather has been very mild thus far, but this morning we woke up and there was snow everywhere (just our luck). We also got a call that the Uhaul we rented was not returned on time, so they upgraded us to the biggest truck on the lot. Adam has been thinking of trucker names for himself all day long and keeps ending conversations with "10-4 big buddy, over and out!"
Adam put on his best trucker face. He has been making Camille call him by all his trucker names. Names such as: Wolfman Jones, JimBob, Whitey Road, and Camille's personal favorite Big Daddy Johnson. Adam loved driving by little cars and seeing the kids in the back seat pumping their fists for him to honk his horn. Adam also keeps saying the road is his playground...he is even considering passing up invetro fertilization to become a truck driver...but probably not...he still so wants to be a mother.
This is the house we will be moving into. It appears to be very nice and we do wish we could buy it, but we will only be renting. The woman who built it was some rich lady in California and wanted to get out of dodge. So we lucked into a good rental deal.
Here is an inside view. There is quite a bit of room and the ceilings are so tall Adam wants to install a basketball rim...Camille says "Over my dead body!!"
The drunk that Adam is, got an early start by giving the camera a cheers. Camille thinks he was drinking so much to hide his feelings about being a hunchback (Adam's mom would not be pleased with his posture in this picture!). Don't worry it was that apple juice stuff that comes in a bottle.
The best tradition in Camille's family is choosing the most annoying person in the family and giving them the beats with baseball bats...only kidding. It is actually making homemade ice cream. The first step in the process is crushing the ice, which is where the bats came in handy. Chase, Camille's cousin, helped Adam out by bringing sexy back with a bat.
Before the churning of the ice cream could begin, the grunts who were to churn had to recieve specific instructions from Grandpa. Note: Adam still screwed up the process.
Adam was on the first shift for turning and churning the ice cream. He cranked the handle for almost 20 minutes before someone noticed that he was turning the handle the wrong way, ultimatley doing nothing.
Towards the end of the ice cream being ready, it is so hard that the handle is difficult to turn. So some poor idiot has to stand on the barrel giving the turner some leverage to continue turning the handle. If you cannot tell, Adam is terrified of falling...Chase seems to be finding joy in Adam's terror, while Grandpa thinks we are just two whippersnappers.
Another great tradition of Thanksgiving is Turkey Day football. Adam strapped a helmet on and was ready to play middle linebacker for the BYU Cougars...actually, judging from his facemask, he looks more ready to be a kicker, but let the boy dream!!
After spending the holiday in Logan, we stopped off at Adam's parents' house to help them decorate one of the two or three trees they have in their home. They were so excited to be decorating that Adam is doing the hokey pokey by putting one foot in...while Adam's mom is singing "I am a little teapot...here is my handle." We loved spending time with both our wonderful families and are looking forward to having a great holiday season.
Just kidding. This year we were lucky enough to go out with Camille's family and cut down not just one Christmas tree...oh no, when you go out with the Cartwrights you GO OUT...we cut down 3 Christmas trees and included some boughs to deck something (Adam was shocked that someone actual does deck the halls with boughs of real holly.) 
Adam decided that "saws, saws, we don't need no saws!!" So, he attempted to push over trees. They were dead and easily pushed over, but he felt like a super hero. As Camille and her family were wondering around the forest they could hear someone screaming "Hulk SMASH!!" and trees falling over.
Camille would like to know who the genius is that gave Adam a saw? Or is this the movie poster for "A Blood Red Christmas: Screaming Trees"
Camille somehow convinced Adam that it would be a good idea to have a 15 foot live Christmas tree in our house. So here she is, posing once again, with her Christmas Tree.
This is a side view of the monster tree. Adam thinks that Camille was trying her best to be in Hallmark Christmas special. All she needed was Randy Travis to come out of the truck saying or singing, "Have your self, a merry little Christmas..."
The sequal to the blockbuster, movie of the year, "A Blood Red Christmas: Screaming Trees" is the highly anticipated "Twilight: When the Trees fight back like vampires in love"
At the end of the killings...uh, day, we attempted to get a nice family photo. The camera was balanced on two logs with pieces of bark holding it in place. Because of our brilliant skills with a camera, most of the pictures had parts of the log in it, was tilted to the side, or, in this pic's case, had Camille's mom being a shadow person. Ah well, it was a great day for killing trees...cutting trees. Happy Holiday Decorating to all. 